What were you expecting?

Things are moving along

We switched practices recently, and even after just one visit with a doctor (met with a nurse last week to get some initial stuff out of the way), I am SO MUCH HAPPIER. The nurse and the doctor both introduced themselves immediately, something not a SINGLE person in the previous practice did. It’s such a small thing (and that is certainly not the whole reason we left the other practice), but it’s so nice. I’ve seen that at other doctors’ offices, too – why do so many medical professionals skip the introduction? Am I supposed to just assume you’re the doctor or the nurse I made an appointment with? The nurse at the first practice never got my name right, either, so I was never entirely sure I was in the right place.

This practice is in a new building, and it’s nice, and it’s pretty, and everyone we’ve met has been nice and helpful and cheerful and WHAT A RELIEF!

Emily, Sean, and Graham visited this past weekend, and we spent most of two days driving past potential houses and exploring potential neighborhoods (and also eating our weight in seafood and ice cream and pie, which CERTAINLY showed when the doctor made me get on the scale today). They swore up and down that they were happy house-hunting with us, but I’m willing to bet there was some regret about spending so much of the weekend in the car when they hit the road for the long trip home Sunday afternoon. Let’s drive ALL the hours!

Graham is adorable and funny and I’m SO not ready for a toddler. It’s a good thing that happens gradually. I spent part of my morning trying to imagine the baby that’s going to fit into the super-cute onesies Emily and Sean bought us in Newport – our first baby things! It’s the first time I’ve tried to picture this baby as a real baby, and I’m failing miserably. I’m basically coming up with stock baby photos that don’t look anything like us. I realize I could probably look at my baby pictures and John’s and get close, but that’s no fun.

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It’s amazing how those family genes persist….from some families, mine not being one of them. It will be interesting to see how the Brewer and Shiffman genes fight it out. They both do seem to be very dominant. We had FaceTime with Corey and Gaby yesterday evening (Christine’s bedtime being about 6 pm these days—we were too late for her). It was so eerie to see Gaby onscreen looking so much like you at the same age. She just had her hair cut to shoulder length and with the braces she’s a startling clone of you.